(iCon the Mic King reading pa**age Jude 1:9)
"Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil
And arguing about the body of Moses
Dared not bring against him an abusive condemnation
But said, "May the Lord rebuke you!"
[iCon the Mic King]
Swing the chariot low - my wings melted on re-entry
Archangel turned Azazel - hateful spawn of the intrigue
Six-ty cycle hum and haw - over "what is God?"
Corrupted judge of flaws? or function above your thought?
'Til the puzzle's solved - I hit below the Bible belt
Take oaths with my left hand - write "Michael" with my right as well
Science fails - to explain what astounds all
Men of the cloth stay cloaked in the shroud of torren-tial downpours
From now on - it's raining catechisms and dogmas
Tetragrammaton atom bombs wit' the magnetism of karma
For armor - I hide under umbrella statements
Slipping over good intentions the road to Hell is paved with
And gla** stained with blood of supposed witches
Thin line between heretics and clerics in this bowl of fish
It's true - bliss accompanies ignorance
So it's heaven for the weather, hell for the company benefits
(Chorus) iCon the Mic King
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
No action, there's no reaction
No life, there's no d**h
No question, there's no answer
No right, there's no left
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
[iCon the Mic King]
My cup runneth over blood of soldiers
Spilled within a clutch of cobras
Seraphim's wearing hymns, stuck up in a crux, a coma
Noah's Ark, was the survival of the fittest
So Darwin, bless America created in his image
Sacred is his limit
Vitruvian man in the mirror
Complete with a crown of thorn as payment for his penance
Forgive us our trespa**es like God heeds advice
My hand-me-down genes was spliced with Jesus Christ
This old fashion statement falls to exegesis
I'm Mr. Fantastic, if God was to fisticuffs
Will eclipse the Sun if you want, scrap - please advise
This for the Angel he a**igned the catalog my every thought
'Til I'm defied, I'm speaking in tongues and cheek
I bury seed from the forbidden fruit - up sprung a tree
That I plucked to feed original sinycism
God made men, once man made God from myth and fiction
(Chorus) iCon the Mic King
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
No action, there's no reaction
No life, there's no d**h
No question, there's no answer
No right, there's no left
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
(Priest talking w/ (iCon))
Yeah, what up iCon?
(Do ya thang man) It's ya boy man
(No doubt) Priest, Priesthood, Priest, uh
(iCon the Mic King) Put in work
(Always, everyday)
k**ah Priest n***as
[k**ah Priest]
If y'all truly knew my inner thoughts
All my backstabbing enemies would walk
Satan whispers "Well I'ma stick-up his cross"
Cold frost appear out my nostrils
Look what y'all did to his beloved Apostle
They threw stones
Sharp teeth up their large tooth to his bone
If y'all truly had known since the day of his baby chair
'Til the day he grew to a throne
Space was his birth place
From a nation of Kings to a curse race
Felt the evil blood going thicker to his gene's every birthday
Every nation wanna be in first place
The old lady reaches from her purse gave -
The last she had to a Pastor
Planned one day she'll see the master
When she will after the Reaper grabs her
Priest and iCon complete this chapter
Receive the glory - then read their story
Iron fold the triumphed soul define the applying hole
(Chorus) iCon the Mic King
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
No action, there's no reaction
No life, there's no d**h
No question, there's no answer
No right, there's no left
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
There's no me, there's no you
No dark, there's no light
No cause, there's no effect
No wrong, there's no right
I - was born in Black August
With a halo and a torch the beer
Law & Order
(iCon the Mic King reading pa**age Jude 1:10)
"But these speak evil of whatever things they don't know
What they understand naturally, like the creatures without reason
In these things are they destroyed."